He inhaled and exhaled slowly. “I already think of you as mine, but I think—I think I can still stop and leave you alone.” Maybe. “But if you choose to be mine, that’s it. Even if your perfect nice man ever shows up, you won’t stop being mine.” I’ll fucking kill him, and it’s not an exaggeration. “So think carefully. It’s your call, not mine.” Luke’s eyes were wide, full of bewilderment, disbelief, and something very bright and warm. At last, a slow smile stretched his lips. “I would say I want to be yours,” he said. “But I’m already yours.”
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